[The day I wrote this, my entire life changed direction, 180 deegrees. Until that day I had been struggling as the first married student in the State of Florida to re-enter general education classes, and was fighting Hell and High Water to stay afloat. When I realized what I'd said, the tides of disapproval changed direction and I was suddenly free to become whoever destiny decided I should be.]
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(Editorís Choice Award, 1997, The Poetry Guild)
I have determined to grow green grass
In wasted desert sand;
To bring the cool, spring showers down
On a dry and desolate land.
I will beckon to the songbird
To come and make its home:
And seek out the lion
And give him space to roam.
Though I have no land myself...
My mindís the treasured spot.
Iíll cultivate its dunes and sow
The seeds of fresh, green thought.